Professor of Gemology at Hogwarts

"What do you think of the weather these past few days?"

"Flint, you called me out just to talk about the weather?" Malfoy was a little impatient.

"The weather isn't very nice, is it?" said Flint.

"What are you trying to say to me?"

"This kind of weather-breaking competition is very detrimental to the participating teams. Our competition will be very difficult, but... we can also choose not to compete."

"You want to give up?"

"Is your arm injured yet? Draco, both strenuous exercise and rain will affect your recovery."

"I've been training like this recently, and there's been no problems." Malfoy said coldly, "You don't want me to play?"

"I'm not talking about you alone, I mean, all of us don't play."

There was silence for a moment.

"So you want to use me as a reason to ask the school to change the game time?"

"You finally understand."

"Do you think I'll be grateful to you for this?"

"Calm down, Draco. Actually, think about it, isn't this just what you want? Don't think that I don't know that you don't want to play. No one wants to fly in the sky on a broomstick in a heavy rain. Besides, you And get to see Potter make a fool of himself."

"Yeah, so you're going to use me to take the lead and let me take on this bad reputation. You're really shrewd."

"I could see Potter making a fool of himself in a storm. If it were me, I would make a fool of myself."

"But it's not you who is actually injured." Malfoy said jokingly, "I can help and break your arm, so that you can put a bandage on it and go to the school to adjust the game time. At the same time, I can also be in the stands. Seeing Potter being soaked and falling into the mud, this would be better, killing two birds with one stone, right?"

"You really know how to joke, Draco. Think about it, those ugly dementors are making people depressed, and the recent bad weather has made people upset, which is very detrimental to winning, although I don't think so Gryffindor will be stronger than us..."

"I think I can adjust well." Malfoy said bluntly. "It's no problem against Gryffindor. I'll beat Potter to the ground——"

"We are a team, and we need everyone to adjust. We need to win, we need to make Gryffindor embarrassed, and we need to be safe." Flint said word by word, "Now, we have you as a very reasonable person. The reason can be used to change the opponent and date of the game. The one who benefits the most is us, and it is most beneficial to us!"

Malfoy didn't respond.

"Draco, think about it..."

"If I remember correctly, class will begin soon, right?" Gray stood upright with his hands behind his back.

Malfoy and Flint both looked back in surprise.

"Uh... yes, Professor." The two of them ran away immediately.

A day later, the first match, which was supposed to be between Gryffindor and Slytherin, ended up being a Gryffindor match after Slytherin captain Marcus Flint claimed that their Seeker Malfoy had not recovered from his injury. Gryffindor versus Hufflepuff.

This incident also caused dissatisfaction with the other three houses, especially Gryffindor and Hufflepuff, who had to change their tactics in a short period of time to deal with the new opponent.

Oliver Wood, who has always taken Quidditch seriously, always runs over to Harry during recess to give him advice. Gray has seen this several times.

"Sorry, I'm late, Professor Morris!" Harry ran all the way to the seat next to Ron, and just as he was about to sit down, he suddenly felt something was wrong, so he stood there blankly and looked at Gray.

"Sit down," Gray said. "Class is less than half a minute away. You're not late."

Harry breathed a sigh of relief slowly, put down his school bag, and sat on his seat.

"Professor Morris is much better than Snape!" Ron whispered to Harry, "Look at today's Defense Against the Dark Arts class... Snape is a big, greasy, disgusting bat... He always stares Looking at Professor Morris and Professor Lupin, I think he is just jealous, he can’t see other people liking other professors!”

"Ron!" Hermione reminded, "keep your voice down and stop talking..."

The day before the race, the wind was howling and the rain was falling harder than ever.The corridors and classrooms were too dark, so more torches and lanterns were lit.Gray didn't really want to go to the game. It wasn't drizzling outside, and there were swarms of dementors flying in the sky.

But Quidditch was particularly popular, and all the teachers and students in the school came out to watch the game as usual. Gray wanted to go back to the office after breakfast, but McGonagall waited for him to finish the meal and go to the stadium together, which made him very unhappy. Sorry, I had no choice but to follow McGonagall outside. Along the way, McGonagall kept telling him about his unique opinions on Quidditch foul penalties.

"...If it wasn't to see Potter make a fool of himself, I would never go to the game in the rain..." Draco, who was passing by in the corridor, said to Crabbe and Goyle, "Where's the umbrella! You idiot! I didn't ask you to Did you get me an umbrella?"

"Waterproof and moisture-proof." He cast a spell on himself that was invulnerable to water and fire.

They were sitting in the auditorium of the classroom, with thunder constantly ringing above their heads. In this case, they could not hear Ms. Huo Qi's whistle and penalty.

"Gryffindor is on!" shouted Lee Jordan, who was the commentator as usual. "Potter, Bell, Johnson, Spinnet, the Weasley brothers and Wood. It is generally believed that this is the Hogwarts team. The best team of the year—"

The voice of the commentator was far less loud and clear than before. In the air that was tightly packed with rain, only a faint muffled sound could be heard, so that later Gray did not notice the existence of the commentator at all, but Lee Jordan saw the sound was so Little, she didn’t bother to explain anymore. The sky was getting darker and darker, and everyone looked like a drowned rat. The rain was so heavy that it was hard for her to tell the difference. She could only rely on color to distinguish, so the original explanation was meticulous but exciting. It became a rough game report - "Gryffindor scored again! Hufflepuff failed to defend it!"

As the first flash of lightning flashed, Gray vaguely heard Ms. Hooch's whistle. Gryffindor stopped the game and the players all fell back to the ground.The game was suspended, and he had nothing to watch. He could only move his eyes to the viewing platform to observe every enthusiastic little audience. After the thunder, another lightning flashed across, and the white light illuminated the entire audience. Everything was illuminated, and Gray saw a small black thing in his peripheral vision. He moved his gaze to the empty seats at the top of the opposite row, and there was a big black dog lying on it.

Gray stood up immediately.That guy is still in such a conspicuous and high position, and a group of dementors will fly down after a while. If Dumbledore notices him during this process... After all, it has been separated from the original plot development. It's hard to say what will happen in the future.

"What's wrong? Gray." Mag asked.

"Ah, I suddenly remembered something." Gray said, "I have to leave early."

"Aren't you going to watch the game?" Mag said.

"I'm really in a hurry. I made an appointment yesterday to send the stone to a research friend, but I forgot and haven't sent it until now. His research can't tolerate delays-" As he said this, Gray turned sideways and started from the side. Professors crowded together to reach the stairs at the exit of the auditorium.

Gray, who originally planned to leave early before the Dementors arrived, could only go around to the opposite stand and try to call Sirius down. He wanted to get into the stairs under the stands - this would work. To avoid being seen by others, he used his wand to tap Sirius' tail, but when he passed, he found that Sirius was no longer there.

I wish Sirius had gone back.